Page 4 of Harper's Unexpected First Time

I kind of wish I could tell him exactly that. How would he respond?

But it’s probably safer to let it go. I’m already in over my head with James. I wasn’t supposed to develop feelings for him. It’s too late to do anything about that, but I can at least prevent things from going any further.

What I really need to do is come up with a counter–prank. That would put me back on his level, equalize the sexual dynamic between us.

But I still haven’t come up with any brilliant ideas, and now I’m out of time.

This does not bode well for our sex scene. What if the director picks up on the sexual tension between us? Then again, maybe that would be a good thing. There’ssupposedto be sexual tension between our characters. He’s my teacher, I’m his student. We’re having sex for the first time.

Come to think of it, this is probably the best way to go into the scene. I don’t know about James, but all of my body language will be authentic, no acting necessary.

Maybe pretending to have sex with him will relieve some of the tension between us.

Or maybe it will make it worse. How are we supposed to pretend we’re satisfied at the end of the scene when our bodies are aching for the real thing?

I know at least my body will be. It already is. I can’t even look James in the eye right now because I’m afraid I’ll say or do something regrettable.

Like kissing him…or worse. What I’m really tempted to do is to rip off his pants and suck his cock. He’s still sporting a semi and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to stare at it. I’ve never been so horny in my life.

But I’ve never given a blowjob before either and the rational part of me knows better than to start now. My lack of skill would surely disappoint James. Plus the entire set crew is waiting for us. They must be getting suspicious by now about what we’re doing in here.

Besides, getting James off would probably just make me even hornier.

“We should probably get back out there,” I say, awkwardly tugging down my shorts. They barely even cover my ass, and tugging on them doesn’t change that. I just don’t know what else to do with my hands right now.

“Yes. I suppose everyone’s waiting.” He runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. “Any questions first? Things I should be aware of?”

Yeah, I’m a virgin and I have no idea what I’m doing, I think to myself.Out loud I just say, “Nope.”

“Okay. Well I have a couple of warnings for you. Number one, I guarantee I’m going to get hard. Hell, I haven’t been able to control myself around you all day as it is. Being on top of you is not going to help.” He makes a point of adjusting himself so that his still semi–hard cock is less noticeable. “I’ll try not to poke you too much.”

I nod. Why does it turn me on so much to think about his erection pressing against me? I guess the answer is obvious, but it just feels wrong. I shouldn’t be this excited about fake sex.

“And number two?” I ask.

“Whatever you do, don’t touch my cock, not even by accident. Because if you do, all bets are off as far as my self–control goes.”

“Got it,” I say, my mind already churning with possibilities.

We start to walk towards the door. I can see the director standing impatiently outside through the window. He’s tapping the watch on his wrist and yelling at his assistant. I’ve never seen him so stressed out before.

“And Harper?” James says, his hand on the doorknob.

“Yeah?”

“Stop worrying. You’re going to be great.”

I smile. “Only because I have a great partner.”

He leans in closer. For a moment I think he’s going to kiss me and it sends a shiver down my spine. But then his mouth presses against my ear instead. “If all else fails, just pretend it’s real.” His voice is quiet, almost a whisper. But it’s still deep. The sound reverberates through my body. “Because I know you want me to fuck you.”

Suddenly I’m light–headed, almost dizzy. And more nervous than ever.

What if I can’t do this? Will it be obvious to everyone watching that I don’t know what I’m doing?

As much as I hate being branded a slut—especially because it’s so unjustified—I hate the idea of everyone knowing I’m a virgin even more.

“Yeah, okay,” I mumble, then push my way out the door. I need to get out of here before my face gives me away.

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